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It was only a matter of time. “Damned Rascal!” he said. ’ A sudden thought brought a frown to her brow. His eyes swept the company, and fell upon Melusine with a glare. “Please don’t be sad. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. I am entirely English, as you know well. But I expect him back every minute.
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